The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

The Conclave of Cherflammen (Part 2)

Once we reached the gates of the Conclave, it's as if we just entered a different world. I almost thought I returned to my old school on Earth. Just like in the books I read before, the students wore uniforms: white polo-style shirts and black pants for the males, white blouses and green checkered skirts and neckties for the females.

However, in contrast to the uniforms of my former school, the skirts of the girls were noticeably shorter, and they also allowed the wearing of baggy socks, similar to what the 'stylish' Japanese students—the so-called 'JKs'—wore. I also saw several of them wearing their uniforms in a wrong way, like that one girl over there with the green skin...she had her blouse tied to show her muscular belly button.

"..."

Yes, it's the type of dress code that will give the prudes in our education system a severe heart attack.

"Lady Cassandra designed those uniforms, milord," Shevaun pointed out. "Isn't it fashionable?"

"Oh...she must've thought that Japanese uniforms are stylish, than what we have in our own country..." I muttered. Well, I agree with her.

"Err...Japani—what?" Princess Noir asked.

"They are people from another country in my world," I explained. "Well, in any case, I think we should proceed to the Head Scholar's office. We're getting unwanted attention over our appearances," I meant our casual clothes. I was wearing the aristocrat dress I received from Shevaun, while Princess Noir had her gown and a school bag on her back. Shevaun wore her standard green chamberlain's uniform.

"True..." the demon princess muttered under her breath. "...we should've changed into the Conclave's uniforms before appearing at the Head Scholar's office."

"You forgot about it, milady?"

"Don't call the kettle black, Shevaun. You're supposed to remind me of the rules."

"I'm not a pot, milady. And I'm as equally excited as you to return to this place, that's why I forgot the reminders."

"Excited? More like, I'm irritated! I don't want to return to this hell!"

Wow...a demon who's averted to staying in hell. How ironic...

"Err..." I guess I need to stop their banter. "I think instead of throwing the blame, we should head out, change our clothes, and return? We're attracting unwanted attention already!"

"Shevaun! You keep on embarrassing me!"

"Can't help it, milady, you're so cute when you're angry."

"Muh!" Princess Noir's cheeks were inflated, "I hate you!"

The two ladies continued with their little wisecracks, while the students of the Conclave slowly gathered around us. Far from being curious, I think they were drawn in by the fact that my companions freely trade jests...something that one rarely sees in a 'serious' and 'reputable' academic institution like this one.

"What's the meaning of this travesty?"

"!!!" The scene my friends created suddenly ceased, once that deep, baritone voice filled the air. Our attention went from Shevaun and Princess Noir, to a demon with three horns, wearing a white polo and dark pants, and flanked by two smart-looking assistants (with three prominent horns as well). Looking at his appearance, I surmised that this was the Head Scholar himself.

The Usarved princess and her chamberlain immediately switched to their formal behavior, and gave a bow. Since I was new in this place, I followed them; lest I offend this dignified fellow.